Whaler

The premature explosion of a rocket harpoon fatally damages the spaceship Starbuck III during a whaling expedition in the asteroid belt. But was it an accident or sabotage? For hunting space whales is controversial, even though the giant beasts show no signs of intelligence and endanger human colonies with their relentless appetite.

One of the few survivors aboard the Starbuck III is Billy Baddoff, crewman second class. Only the luck of a low cabin number saved him from being sucked out into the vacuum of deep space. Up to now, Billy had zero interest in the political controversy surrounding space whaling; he just needed a job. But having his ship blown to bits underneath his arse might just change those views, provided he makes it off the rapidly failing vessel first…

Nonetheless, I have never liked space whale stories, because most of them are heavy-handed environmentalist messages disguised as science fiction. Usually, they are sappy as hell as well.
So I decided that one day I would write the space whale story to end all space whale stories, a story where the space whales are not sentimentalized peaceful creatures but dangerous pests to be exterminated. Whaler is that story.

But even though the basic premise has been in my mind for many years now, the actual initiating spark was a writing exercise where you grab two random words from a dictionary site and write a story around them. My words were “harpoon” and “rocket” and I immediately thought, “Okay, that sounds like a space whale story.” So Whaler was finally born, almost twenty years after the first tentative idea.

The name of the spaceship Starbuck III is obviously a reference to both Moby Dick and Battlestar Galactica (but then Battlestar Galactica is full of references to Moby Dick). The Enderby Corporation, which operates the Starbuck III, is yet another Moby Dick reference.

The scientific name of the space whales, Balaenoptera Tregannae, is a combination of the Latin name for an earthly whale genus and the name of a writer responsible for a particularly sappy space whale story I disliked a whole lot. It’s not the only bad space whale story out there and indeed, I have seen and read worse. But this was the only one where I could reliably identify the writer.

I actually did hear “What will you tell your children?” chanted at people working in supposedly environmentally harmful industries at a demonstration back in the 1980s. Even back then, I realized how utterly stupid that particular chant was, because the children knew that the supposedly harmful industry was keeping their fathers employed. And fear of your Dad losing his job was huge among the children of the 1980s, so nobody would even think of asking that question. Unlike Billy, I did not get into a physical altercation with the chanter, however.

Come to think of it, Whaler is probably as much the result of my issues with the environmental movement of the 1980s as it is the result of my intense dislike for space whale stories.